Ok chaps, please look away now.
This one is strictly for pony-loving girls of a Certain Vintage:
Ahhhh, summer holidays were made of this . . .
I really must stop this at once, or I'll soon find myself galloping along the beach, jumping nimbly over things and occasionally rearing up on my 'hind legs', pawing the air with my hooves and tossing my flowing mane. While neighing at passers-by, naturally.
This was my favoured means of perambulation at the age of 9, but since most other girls of my acquaintance were also trotting along, tapping themselves gently on the bottom with a stick and performing complicated sideways and backwards dressage movements on the way to school, it didn't seem particularly strange.
Clearly it was in fact deeply strange behaviour, and doesn't require too detailed an examination before we start to stray into uncomforable territory.
You will understand why I need to nip this thing in the bud right now!
FLASHES OF BLUE
1 week ago